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The Deal	By : setosno1fan Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > General Views: 2118 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh is the intellectual property of Kazuki Takahashi, 4K Media, or KONAMI, depending on media format. This is a not-for-profit fan work and is not associated with the formentioned entities.

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1
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A/N: To be absolutely clear, I do not condone any of the actions depicted below. None of this should EVER happen in real life.
You watched as your 'associates' all had a turn with the boy. Some lashed out with the whip first, others just entered him unprepared. He had stopped sobbing about two men in, and now just slumped over the bench he was tied to, dead eyes focused on a fixed point on the ground. Your stomach churned as you watched his adoptive father preside over the whole event, smoking a cigar and masturbating.
But you needed this deal with Kaiba Corporation, and somehow this was the right of passage. The other men were laughing, making jokes about bruising in the shape of handprints, and about the kanji written in blood on his back, translating to 'bitch.'
"What a lowly mutt," Gozoboro commented when the boy whimpered at a particularly painful thrust. "Can't even take it like a man."
The boy didn't respond, still staring at nothing on the floor. His hands were tied behind his back, his legs to the sides of the bench, a brick under his stomach to raise his ass to an easier level for entry. The man to your left, who was also rubbing one out to the scene, approached the boy's mouth and forced it open.
"Let's see if his mouth is as good as his tight little ass."
The boy's attention had been forced away from the floor at this, but his eyes didn't seem to liven. The man thrust in unceremoniously, forcing the boy to gag. Tears sprung to his eyes as his head was held down, forcing him to take the cock while his body tried to reject it. The man began to pull the head back and forth by the hair, rocking the little body back and forth against the restraints.
The man behind him groaned. "Felix, keep doing that, it feels good."
Felix grinned. "No problem Viktor."
Their actions became rougher and rougher, and you could see Gozoboro's approval. The boy was heaving now, his body trying to reject the cock any way he could. Teeth grazed the older man, but all he did was hiss and shove, unrelenting. The boy couldn't get away. With a jerk the man held the boy's head in place as he came, and the boy finally succeeded in ejecting the cock as the cum forced him to throw up.
"Disgusting dog," the man said, pulling out and wiping his dick off in Seto's once-clean hair. "Eat it."
Rough hands shoved Seto's face down into the pile of vomit on the bench, and an overweight man with greasy black hair approached. "A lash will be avoided each time you take a bite," he threatened.
Seto shook his head, unwilling to eat when the trade off was pain. The whip came down across his back hard, and you heard him grunt. But Gozoboro shook his head. "I have a better idea.
He approached Seto and put his cigar out using the boy's shoulder. "Pass me the knife."
And he began to deepen the kanji carved into the boy's skin. "Come on him as much as you like," he invited. A pointed look in your direction reminded you that you had to take your own turn, and so you pulled yourself from your pants, jerking yourself to hardness. As disturbing as the scene was, your body responded to the physical sensations. You forced yourself to watch the ritualistic carving and the boy's shuddered breathing, forced yourself to act as though you enjoyed it, forced yourself to belong.
An approving glance from Gozoboro had you relieved that your act was being accepted, and you could see the rest of the associates participating in the circle jerk as well. The man to your right, Donald you think, is perfectly tanned. You can tell because his cock is a few shades lighter than the rest of him. You watch out of the corner of your eyes, aware of each of his shallow breaths, his lean body, the expert strokes of his own manhood.
To your surprise, you cum first, moving forward to hit the boy's back as you spurt onto it. His pained moan at the warm substance coating the wounds causes your stomach to sink, and you hope the reaction didn't cause you to make a face.
It does, and Gozoboro notices. "Theodore, I think it will be your turn with the boy next." It is more a command than a request.
You nod. You have no recourse at this point but to play along. The others finish filling the stinging cuts with semen, and you take your place behind him, rubbing a little to try and gain an erection. It was difficult to achieve, having come so soon before, but you manage to get about half hard. You thrust in the bloodied hole, hoping that the sensation would help but it just makes you feel sick.
And you have an idea. To bring the boy back to life, to help him through this. You wrap an arm around him and begin to play with first one nipple, then the other. At first he doesn't react but soon you can see the burgeoning growth. He is getting some pleasure, and that seems to be enough for your body. You take another thrust as your hand move down his torso, teasingly brushing hips and thighs.
You are so focused on pleasuring him you don't notice that he is crying at the tender touch. He is acutely aware of each thrust, of each stroke, and it isn't until he begs you to stop that you realize how much damage this is doing. But a glance at Gozoboro's approving gaze keeps you going. You thrust in time with your strokes, attempting to find something pleasurable inside him, hoping that this act will be forgiven.
He shudders as his body responds, absolutely horrified when he orgasms. Tears streak down his face, and his body heaves. You can feel each breath from your place inside him, and it feels surprisingly good.
"Come on his back now," suggested Richard, another associate. "Rub it all over him."
And so you thrust harder into the convulsing hole, until you are about to come, and pull out, rubbing your blood-soaked cock on the kanji on his back. Your jaw is set in a hard line, but you soon relish in your pleasure. Somehow you have released more semen on this second round than the first. It is this which gives you pause. From the feeling in your chest and your breathing, it is clear you were more turned on this time.
After a few moments, Gozoboro approached. He tapped the boy on the head with the head of his cock as he came in his hair.
"What a good idea," Gozoboro complimented you. "It seemed so much more effective." Turning his attention to Seto, his commanding voice demanded, "Shall we do that again boy? You seemed to enjoy it."
Seto shuddered and shook his head vehemently. Gozoboro responded by shoving the head down into the vomit.
"Eat," he commanded. And the boy took a shuddering breath and took a hesitant bite. You see you have broken him as the others cheer about the loser dog not knowing that he shouldn't eat his own vomit.
You are numb to what happens next, others employing the same method despite Gozoboro's promise, his booming voice egging them on. You find yourself absently stroking yourself, not even realizing you are doing it until the third orgasm strikes you. You try to convince yourself that it was to fit in still, but you have no idea at this point.
You are given another turn in the hours before the party is over. Somehow it is easier this time. You pull on his hair and toss insults. You don't touch him like you did the first time, but Gozoboro doesn't seem to mind. You smile when you cum for the fourth time.
Gozoboro provides towels and water for everyone to clean up, and methodically you do so. The group heads upstairs, Gozoboro leaving the boy tied to the bench, sobbing in the filth. You don't look back. You barely remember signing the contract, or the ride home. You barely remember anything, until halfway through the night, when expensive, white sheets wrap around your sweat-covered body, nightmares keeping you awake.
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